The story of living in spite of melanoma, CLND (X 2!), metastasis, vaccines, anti-PD-1, lung removal, and stereotactic radiation. (With a little adenocarcinoma ex-goblet cell carcinoid thrown in!!!) The story of life with family and friends. {Posts under ~ Sew Chaotically, Travel Chaotically, and Chaotic Cookery also housed within! A girl's gotta have fun!}

About Me

Who am I? That is a question the rest of you could probably answer better than I. I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, pediatric nurse practitioner, cook, teacher, gardener, lover of words and music, occasional seamstress, and homemaker. I do have a couple of talents of questionable merit: I can create a decent meal in less than 30 minutes. I can feed and/or soothe almost any baby. And I can remember practically any song I've ever heard. For the rest, I'd rather those who know me decide.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Chaotically Precise

I suppose the title deserves some explanation. A few weeks ago Rosie was talking about how Steinbeck described his characters in "East Of Eden" and decided to play with words to describe me. She settled on "Chaotically Precise". She has spent almost 18 years watching me whirl about, cooking 2 meals at once, rarely measuring anything, dashing off to do something else, jumping from one project to another, but in the end it all gets done...precisely as planned. Well, I don't know about all that, though the chaos and the whirling part is probably apt. And so...you are welcome to take my whirling and chaotic journey with me. - c

Do you remember that time mama was putting a cake in the refrigerator? She sat it on the counter and then was adjusting things in the frig so it'd fit. She turned to get the cake and it was gone.

Lessy not realizing what mama was doing in the frid grabbed the cake while mama was turning back, went around mama and put it away before mama could turn back. Mama was just standing there wondering where the cake had gone.

Okay, so I wasn't there when this happened -- but the story makes it vivid in my mind, and never fails to make me laugh!

Cess had the babies eating (breakfast I think it was). She somehow discovered mice in her garbage can and commenced running around in hysterical circles for a bit of time. When she finally came out of the mouse induced panic, the kids were still calmly eating.